Taking Defense Against the Dark Arts was always an interesting experience, but there was one question Ted could never quite wrap his head around: how exactly do you define dark magic?
It was one of those concepts that felt obvious until you tried to explain it. Like trying to define what counts as inappropriate—difficult to describe, but you know it when you see it.
Dark magic had a few defining traits:
First, it often required harming others to work properly.
Se...
“It’s better not to expect too much.” Harley shrugged, spreading her hands in mock helplessness. “I heard from some Hufflepuffs that Professor Quirrell’s teaching level is only slightly better than Professor Binns.”
Harley had long since shed the quiet, reserved image she might have had. Now, she was practically a Hogwarts socialite. She had acquaintances across all four houses and even upper years knew her name.
Everyone groaned in unison. “Only a little better th...
To make a potion, the first step is to properly handle the ingredients.
The quality of the materials and the method of preparation directly impact the potion’s effectiveness.
First, take six snake fangs and grind them into a fine powder using a mortar and pestle. This must be done thoroughly—if any large particles remain, the final potion will be contaminated with floating residue, drastically weakening its effect.
Using purified water as the base, add the powdered sn...
The next morning, Ted woke up half an hour earlier. The system had been right—a true wizard didn't just rely on magic and knowledge; they needed physical strength too.
At the right moment, he wanted to be like Gandalf, wielding both magic and a sword—pulling off moves like a Witcher taking down a beast.
So, last night, he told Hermione, "See you in the Great Hall tomorrow morning." He had an early run planned.
Originally, Ted had grand ambitions—running a full lap a...
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Ding!
You have listened carefully to Professor Flitwick's explanation and gained a deeper understanding of the Lumos charm.
+25 XP in Lumos+25 XP in the general experience pool
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[Lumos (White)] - Lv1 (38/200)
Ted had already taught himself Lumos before classes even started, practicing with his wand from day one. Now, with the extra 25 XP from Professor Flitwick’s lecture and another 13 XP from his personal practice...
Each student received a matchstick, and the classroom was soon filled with eager—yet mostly clueless—attempts at Transfiguration.
Most first-years had barely any control over their magic, and even with spells, their casting was shaky at best. But Transfiguration? It didn’t rely just on words; it required focus, willpower, and a sharp mental image.
The results were... mixed.
Some students waved their wands dramatically, expecting instant success—only for their matc...
At that moment, a flurry of wings filled the Great Hall as dozens of owls swooped in, delivering letters and packages to eager students. The air was alive with flickering shadows and the occasional hoot, much to the annoyance of Anzu.
Ravens and owls often battled for territory in the wild, and Anzu clearly wasn’t thrilled about their sudden invasion.
A snowy white owl gracefully descended, landing in front of Harley. It stretched out its foot expectantly, the letter attached ...
The next morning, just as the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, Ted's internal clock stirred him awake. He had grown used to rising early over the past two months, and today was no different.
His roommates were still fast asleep, their soft breathing filling the dormitory. Moving carefully, Ted dressed and gathered his things, mindful not to disturb them. The only one awake besides him was Anzu, his feathery companion, who cracked open one eye from her nest but promptly tucke...
Until the end of the feast, when they returned to the waiting room, Ted had become the center of attention. Everyone’s eyes darted toward him, full of curiosity and awe, yet they quickly turned away the moment he looked back. It was the kind of nervous admiration that came with knowing someone was on another level entirely.
One student whispered to another, "I checked his eyes. He's mad! We can't afford to mess with him!"
After dinner, the students of each house followed their...
After the Sorting Ceremony, it was time for the Headmaster to speak.
If this were any other place, Ted might have reached for the beef jerky he had stashed away to prepare for a long speech. But this was Hogwarts, and things were different here.
Dumbledore stood up, a twinkle in his eyes, and simply said, "Let me say a few words! Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
Hermione, who had been eagerly waiting for some profound words of wisdom, turned to Ted with a puzzled look. T...
"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw!"
Hermione whispered under her breath as the Sorting Hat settled onto her head.
"Ah, a studious little girl, but not lacking in bravery..." the Sorting Hat mused.
"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw!" Hermione continued to chant, as if sheer willpower could determine her fate.
"Uh, could you let me finish—"
"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw!"
"Alright, alright!" The Sorting Hat finally relented. "You do fit there, althou...
In the vast, open space at the end of the four long tables full of students in the Great Hall, a high-backed chair stood prominently. On it rested an old, worn-out, wrinkled wizard’s hat.
At the far end of the hall, the professors sat at their table arranged in an arc. In the center, clad in elegant white robes, was the ever-wise Albus Dumbledore. His presence commanded attention, his long silver beard cascading down almost to the table. Though he looked ancient, his eyes twinkled wi...
Inside the train carriage, Hermione was practically vibrating with excitement as she flipped through her spellbook. She had an endless stream of questions, most of them directed at Ted. Every new discovery thrilled her, and her enthusiasm was contagious—at least, to those who were still awake enough to respond.
'Honestly, if I were learning magic for the first time, I’d be even more excited than she was.'
The problem? She kept pestering Ron, Neville, and the other wizard-rai...
Percy, a low-end careerist with ambitions higher than a space station and a life thinner than toilet paper, eventually realized in the original timeline that family was more important than anything else.
But now, there was no Percy—only Peggy Weasley.
Peggy liked pasta and chocolate cake, enjoyed dressing up as a fairy princess, and loved drinking orange juice. She was a lively and whimsical girl. She had started Hogwarts in 1987, two years older than the Weasley twins, four y...
"I read about him in a book." Ted extended his hand and shook Neville’s somewhat hesitant one.
"Hey, my name’s Ted Epifani. You can just call me Ted."
"H-Hello, just call me Neville." Neville’s voice was quiet, his posture stiff. He looked like someone who had spent his whole life being stepped on, as if he expected people to push him around.
Ted couldn’t help but worry about him—how was this kid supposed to handle the weight of being the Boy Who Lived?
W...
When Ted settled into bed that night, he checked the number in his experience pool: 462!
Among those points, 100 were a reward from completing the task [Explore Diagon Alley (Green)].
Earlier that day, he'd finally managed to sneak a peek inside Floo-Pow Headquarters—though only for a moment before they shooed him out.
Ted huffed. "Fine, ignore me today. But mark my words, I'll be back!" he shouted with his fist up in the air.
He smirked. Task completed. That la...
Ted used his pounds to purchase essential supplies in the Muggle world—undergarments, daily necessities, notebooks, pens, and ink.
Along the way, he also picked up some small white mice, locusts, and crickets—snacks for Anzu.
At first, Anzu could only manage mealworms, but those were hardly enough to satisfy him now. He had moved on to larger prey.
His sharp beak made quick work of a mouse’s skull, and his claws shredded the remains with ease.
Crows were na...
Wizards share a unique and often magical bond with their pets, a connection that can be called a "magic pet pact."
When this bond is formed, a magical contract is created, similar to how a young witch or wizard finds the perfect wand—it's as if fate guides the choice.
Originally, Ted couldn’t afford an owl, but now, with Anzu by his side, he didn’t mind one bit. He had a companion, one that would grow alongside him.
Of course, it would take another couple of weeks b...
The difference between science and technology and bloodline abilities like Kimimaro’s is as vast as the gap between mechanical engineering and inherited talent.
With blueprints, raw materials, and the right equipment, technology can mass-produce weapons like an assembly line. As long as resources are available, an army of mechanical warriors can be built at any time. But bloodline abilities are different—they rely on genetics, mutation, and random chance, much like a lottery.
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Once the meeting ended.
Mufasa wasted no time and headed straight for the hospital.
The construction teams were already hard at work, expanding the hospital at full speed. One of the biggest advantages of the ninja world was the efficiency of infrastructure development. A group of skilled Earth Release users stood in a circle around a large open space, performing hand seals in unison.
Within m...
Hi, guys! And gals, if there's any here. I'll post here the advance chapter for an HP fanfic next week. Tell me what y'all think. Btw, there are already chapters available on Webnovel. If anyone of you are interested, you can check it out.
2025-03-08 07:55:51 +0000 UTC View Post"Currently, there are twenty-one sandworms in the Sandworm Base. We’ve implemented a rotational grazing system, sending half of them into the desert every month to replenish their iron intake while the remaining half stay behind, producing a daily blood supply of forty-two tons.
We’re also making progress in artificial cultivation,” Kabuto reported, adjusting his glasses. “Preliminary results are promising. Soon, we may be able to clone sandworms directly.”
Mufas...
[T/N: Bonus chap for today. As an apology for the Divine Reward System fiasco. Enjoy guys!]
The flesh and blood are weak, only the machines will rise!
When Orochimaru heard these words, he felt an indescribable sense of mystery. There was something profound hidden in that simple statement, a truth that felt limitless in its implications.
"Your words are always thought-provoking, Kazekage-sama," Orochimaru muttered. "I have much to learn."
Mufasa smirked. "If the in...
The towering walls of the Sand Village loomed in the distance, reinforced with automatic ninja turrets that scanned the surroundings.
The village itself was a stark contrast to Konoha. The wide streets were lined with streetlights, and futuristic floating cars zipped through the air. Buses rattled as they stopped to pick up passengers. Factories and workshops stretched out in carefully organized blocks, their chimneys releasing steady streams of steam into the sky. The roads were fille...
From now on, I’ll only be posting this story on Webnovel. Posting it on Patreon just isn’t worth it.
I’d rather focus on writing quality fics—something truly worth reading and worth my time. Unfortunately, this particular story doesn’t meet that standard.
The quality has declined significantly, and I have to make a decision. I’ll still post the chapters I’ve stockpiled, but I’m not sure if I’ll finish this. By the time you reach chapters 70–80, you’ll underst...
2025-03-07 06:29:32 +0000 UTC View PostLooking at the tiny tadpole flopping on the ground, Jiraiya couldn't help but sigh, rubbing his temples.
"This kid really has no talent for this..."
As he glanced at Naruto, another face flashed through his mind—the face of a man with the same wild blond hair, but with a far more composed expression. The Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze—Jiraiya’s first disciple.
Jiraiya muttered to himself, "Like father, like son? Not even close... Minato was a natural genius. Even Ku...
Mufasa stepped out of the shrine, making his way back to his quarters. He could see Temari and the newly recruited Kaminarimon Ereki hesitating near his door. They clearly had something on their minds.
Without hesitation, Mufasa slipped through the window and landed softly inside his room. He lay down on the bed, feigning relaxation.
"Temari, Kaminarimon Ereki, what’s the matter?" he called out.
The two of them flinched in surprise.
"Kazekage-sama, you knew we we...
Naruto's eyes lit up with excitement as he turned to Sakura. "Sakura, hurry up!"
Without waiting for a response, he dashed toward the market, weaving through the bustling crowd. But as he neared the booth, he saw a massive swarm of people already fighting over the ninja tools.
Naruto grinned. "No problem!"
Shadow Clone Jutsu!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of Naruto clones burst into existence, charging toward the booth like an unstoppable wave.
"Naruto! Yo...
Immediately after, Tatsuya and Jiraiya began their next training exercise: walking on water.
Two hours later.
After relentless effort, Naruto finally got the hang of it.
Although he was still a bit unsteady, he could at least stand on the water without falling in. This progress was largely thanks to the foundation he had built during their mission in the Land of Waves a month ago.
While Naruto focused on mastering the technique, Tatsuya was deep in conversation wit...
As the Third Hokage finished speaking, Anko Mitarashi stepped forward, holding a small wooden box. She walked over to the eight contestants, stopping in front of Tatsuya.
"Each of you, take a slip of paper from the box," she instructed.
One by one, they each reached in and pulled out a numbered slip.
Naruto—No. 5, Neji—No. 2, Shino—No. 4, Gaara—No. 7, Sasuke—No. 8, Shikamaru—No. 6, Tatsuya—No. 1, and Kankuro—No. 3. Once everyone had their numbers, Anko ste...